Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 72 Emergency Recall

"I see. Have you told others about these discoveries?" Clay asked the captain of the guard who had just reported to him with a cold face.The latter shook his head and glanced cautiously around, as if he was afraid that others would hear their conversation.

"No young master, how could I tell others about this kind of thing? I think the situation here is not quite right. I suggest that you set off for White Harbor right now. Let's not wait for the fleet, and go directly across the Neck by land to the North environment, no one can do anything to our 200 people."

They were all people who fought on the battlefield and came back alive from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. The captain of the guard with a sharp nose, smelled uneasiness on this weird battlefield, and instinctively tightened his nerves.

Patting him on the shoulder to make him relax, Clay whispered to him expressionlessly:
"How do I go? There is no order from my grandfather to let me go back. If I leave now, does it mean that the 200 of us are afraid?"

"It's not yet time, we can leave now, but with the nature of the Frey family, I, the heir of White Harbor, may not have a good reputation within their reach."

"I don't care about honor, but the Mandalay family can't. We value this thing more than the southerners."

After a pause, Clay pointed to the ridge to the west and murmured as if talking to himself:
"At least, I have to find out who did it to you. The blood debt of the Mandalay family must be paid with blood."

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Clay, who looked a little angry and frustrated after inspecting the scene and found nothing on the surface, was slowly urging his horse towards the west side of the mountain, where there was a hastily disposed of graveyard. Clay had to go and see the victims. people.

The soil was freshly turned and rough smoothed. A stone tablet about half a person's height stood in the open field, engraved with a poorly crafted mermaid pattern. This is the white harbor caravan in this world. The last legacy.

Clay didn't know their names. He could only find out by looking up the records of the city officials when he returned to White Harbor. So, standing here, he drew his long sword and thrust it into the ground. A moment of silence is the only thing Clay, the heir to White Harbor, can do for them now.

An eagle's cry broke the silence, marking the end of the silent mourning. Aenys Foyle came behind the silent Clay, feeling that he needed to comfort this young man who was less than twenty years old.

However, where does Clay need his comfort? Rather than lamenting the departure of these dozens of people, he is more indignant. He has a large army but can't find the target. The truly suspicious people can't move now.

"Sir, when I return to White Harbor, I will send someone to send them all back to White Harbor. Although my Manderly family believes in the Seven Gods, these ordinary northerners are devout believers in the old gods. Under the gaze of God, sleep forever under the heart tree."

Clay's voice was very calm, and there was no sadness or joy. Aenys Foyle couldn't refuse his request. He nodded. He withdrew the hand he was about to pat on Clay's shoulder, and replied:
"As you wish, Lord Clay."

Turning around, Clay couldn't find the property knight of the Frey family who brought them here at noon. He frowned and asked Aenys Frey standing beside him:

"The lord of this land seems to have abandoned us as guests. What a lack of hospitality, don't you think, Ser Aenys Frey?"

Aenys Frey knew what Clay meant. He was talking about the estate knight, I, the heir of White Harbor, and the son of the patriarch of your Frey family are all here, but you little knight ran away. silhouette.

"He said that's all there is here, let's take a look. He told me there were still some things in the territory, so he went back first. I saw that I couldn't find any clues here, so I let him deal with it first, Clay. Do you still have something to do with him, my lord?"

Aenys Foyle was a little strange. Clay rarely used this kind of yin and yang tone to run on people along the way. In his usual communication, he fit the image of a well-mannered noble young man in various knight novels.

"It's nothing, since the master didn't invite us guests to visit his house, and we didn't eat bread dipped in salt, so don't bother the master."

Clay sneered in his heart. This property knight ran fast, and he was himself. If it were the big nobles in the north whose temper was harder than ice, the cavalry rushed into the knight's manor at this time.

Although it was said that the Frey family gave him the right to be guests, Clay insisted that the knight left alone without entertaining them. The reason for saying so.

He didn't think that Clay was annoyed because he didn't visit the manor of the nobleman in the country. As the heir to White Harbor, he had never seen anything in such a big city, so it was impossible to see a man standing on the farmland. house in wood.

At this moment, Clay heard the sound of horseshoes. Now everyone is dismounting. They have just finished their silence. Who is here?

Suddenly looking back, Clay looked in the direction of the sound, which was the location of the King's Road, below the ridge.

Aenys Foyle, who was just about to ask Clay what he was looking at, was bewildered, and it took five or six seconds to vaguely hear the faint sound of horseshoes, and subconsciously pulled out his sword, leaving The nearest guard has jumped on the horseback.

"Don't panic, there are only two horses. It should be someone from your family who came to convey a message to one of you and me."

Clara stopped Aenys Foyle who was about to mount his horse, shook his head and said softly.

While speaking, two banners with the coat of arms of the Twin Towers appeared on the ridge. Clay was right, the people who came were the cavalry of the Frey family.

Taking a closer look at Clay, Aenys Frey had to say:
"Congratulations, Master Clay, it seems that your guess is correct, come on, let us see who these two rash guys are looking for."

To say that they are reckless is actually modest. If it was during a war, if you galloped so close to the dismounted army, no matter whose flag you were flying, the commander would definitely order to shoot arrows. This is not recklessness, it is reckless.

"As you wish, Lord Aennis." Clay replied to him.

Stopped by Frey and the White Harbor guard who had mounted their horses, the two cavalrymen jumped off their horses and said something to the guards. Immediately afterwards, Clay and Aenis, who were walking past, saw that the guards took He dropped the weapons on them and walked towards them with the two of them.

Just standing still, Innis whipped the horsewhip, and then asked directly:

"Who sent you two?"

The guard who was in pain obviously knew who Aenys Frey was, and he didn't dare to resist. He took a breath and replied:

"My lord, the Marquis sent us here."

"What?"

"Master Marquis said, let us bring a letter from White Harbor, saying that it was written by Earl Wyman, and it was addressed to Master Clay Manderly. He said that he should see the letter and rush to the port on the east coast immediately. , the fleet to pick him up is already waiting for him."

One of the two took out a letter from the raven from his breast pocket. Clay grabbed it and opened it. It was written in his old man's handwriting, and there was only one meaning: return to White Harbor quickly!

(End of this chapter)